Quinn's Quest: Legacy, Book 4 by N.J. Walters Read Free Book Online Page A

lips and Quinn fought back a groan as another wave of lust surged through him. Unacceptable. His body was responding to her proximity in a way that was totally foreign to him. Quinn didn’t like it at all, and that made him snap. “Well?”
    She sat back in her chair and cast another nervous gaze toward the door as if gauging how quickly she could escape. He could have told her she was wasting her time. No way was he letting her go until she’d told him everything she knew. Still, he loosened his shoulders and relaxed his hands by his side, doing his best not to appear too intimidating. From the anxious look she shot him, he wasn’t succeeding.
    She twisted the edge of her fleece jacket in her fingers and he could sense her trying to order her thoughts. He wanted to shake her and yell at her to hurry. But the mere thought of touching her in anger was totally abhorrent to him.
    “It was this morning.” She rubbed her forehead. “No, yesterday morning now. It’s close to dawn, isn’t it? I’m sorry. Time is all confused.”
    Craig apparently decided it was time to get in on the action. He pulled out a chair and seated himself next to Bethany. “Tell us what you know. Please.”
    Quinn barely suppressed a growl. He didn’t like the fact that Craig was sitting so close to her. What the hell was wrong with him?
    Bethany shoved a hand through her tousled brown hair. It shook with fine tremors and Quinn was struck by the need to calm all her fears. The instinct annoyed him. Bethany Morris was nothing to him but a means to an end. She was a link to his sister, nothing more. Even as he thought the words he knew he was lying to himself, which only served to increase his annoyance.
    “I was kidnapped a couple of weeks ago.” She glanced at Quinn and he wanted to roar at the fear filling her beautiful hazel eyes. She looked away and continued. “There was another woman there. Chrissten Lawton. Your sister.”
    He closed his eyes briefly and said a quick prayer of thanks. “Who had you? Where were you held?” He fired the questions off in rapid succession. He needed answers so he could mount a rescue.
    “A scientist. A Doctor Philip Morton.” She shivered and he resisted the urge to pull her into his arms to warm her with his body heat. His cock flexed and pushed against the zipper of his jeans, totally on board with that idea.
    “As for where,” she continued. “In another part of the city. Deserted mostly.”
    He frowned, his suspicions growing with each passing second. Her story had big enough holes in it to drive a semi through. “How can you not know where? What kind of game are you playing?”
    Quinn shoved his chair back and glared down at her. Bethany jumped to her feet and he knew she was going to try to make a run for it. He couldn’t let that happen, and not just because she was the only one with information about his sister. It went deeper than that. She belonged to him, with him.
    He grabbed her arm, closing his fingers around it, holding her with little effort. Quinn shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It wasn’t easy with anger burning his brain, lust tearing at his guts and heat searing his groin. Bethany beat at his chest with her free hand, but he subdued her easily, wrapping his large arms around her.
    Craig was yelling at him, but Quinn couldn’t make out the words. In spite of all the problems in his life and all the horrific memories that stained his tattered soul, he felt whole for the first time in years. Having Bethany in his arms soothed the aching void within him.
    Everything inside him settled and sounds began to seep back into his consciousness. Craig was yelling at him to let her go. Bethany was all but gasping for air, her hands pushing and shoving against his chest. But it was the low sob from deep in her throat that broke him loose from the strange thrall encasing him.
    Shame washed over him, quickly followed by a wave of remorse and he loosened his hold. He hadn’t